Wow.
It has been so long. I am so sorry to all those who have faithfully read my posts. I guess the only reason I have for not keeping up is that I don't think I've kept up with myself. Since August, let's see...I watched one of my best friends get married, went to Oregon the following weekend to see my uncle get married, played on the beach with my other uncle, aunt and cousins that I haven't seen in years...
I got an official offer to work at the New Art Center as their Assistant Education Director, I quit babysitting and therefore quit working over 60 hours a week. George moved into the apartment, we got some awesome fish...I went to Binghamton for Thanksgiving to see all the Pechmanns, went to the Moosewood Restaurant once again, and once again it was delicious. We also saw our famous pondering statue, once again.
It was a fast and furious December. Right before getting to go home for five days, George had to make a trip to the emergency room and as a result. has a pretty epic battle wound. Will probably be an awesome scar. Kinda jealous.
Then the next thing I know, it's New Year's and I'm taming off a headache from the night before while watching the Rose Bowl on a sunny snowy day. Dang champagne cocktails!
Now, it's just the first week of the new year is over and I am wondering how the last four months of my life just squeezed on by. Phew?
It's crazy you know, a new decade and a new number to write. I always had a struggle with the new year and writing it down on paper. I can remember times in elementary school when the first few weeks of the new year would be scribbles in the date line. I'm still getting used to putting a 1 before the zero...
Anyway, just so you all know, I am just rambling on this late Sunday night before a new week. I wanted to at least send out something, which is more so to jump start me into writing again. You know sometimes you go so long without doing something, that it's hard to just begin again. It has always been a fun thing for me to tell you about the day to day here...and I would never want it to become a chore. So, I guess I had to tell myself that this isn't a chore, it's a way of expressing the fun, silly, calm, and sometimes difficult things in my life. Honestly, it's probably more of an outlet for me, than it is for you to read about the craziness here. But in any case, thank you. Thank you for reading and caring and letting me just ramble. :)
Oh and an FYI to my grandparents out there, I have
started to write things...but a few I didn't finish. One...being about our fish here. I think I'll post that too, it can be sort of a "lost articles" feature.
Time for bed now...debating on whether I should read this over and make sure it's actually comprehensible....
Naww, I'll just dive into my bed and wake up another day in Boston.
Love you all!